The people who were watching the fun of Satuba Market were all in a petrochemical state.

They thought that Zhao Feng and his team had a battle of 20 or so people against the Vikings, which was a battle that would be a must-lose. However, the result was beyond their expectations.

None of Zhao Feng's group looked very powerful. The strongest Hubla here is just the same size as the strongest Viking man.

The people in the guard team looked very good in size and body. However, the combat power these people exerted was very powerful.

The team-working fighting style of these people also made the people of these desert tribes very amazed. Hubla's fierceness and ruthlessness made the sand people who worship the strong admire them very much.

"What are these people doing?" Seeing the performance of Zhao Feng and his group of people, the onlookers were speculating.

The superb skills and cold-blooded style of Zhao Feng and his group of people have attracted countless suspicions.

Someone who understood the inside story saw the situation in front of him, shook his head and said, "What a pity, no matter how powerful these people are, they are not as good as those wolf cubs. Alas, they are in great trouble."

"What's the bad luck?" asked an uninformed person next to the general public.

The man shook his head and said, "You wait and see, the Viking clan leader and others have not come yet! If they come, these people will be in trouble!"

"Is the Viking clan leader very powerful?"

Hearing this person's question, the speaker said meaningfully: "Is it his skill, but the power behind him? Otherwise, do you think we men are all cowards and are bullied by the Vikings?"

"Stop talking, stop talking, be careful to cause a big disaster." At this time, a man with a good relationship with this man came over and pulled him, and said, "Look, the disaster has come."

Seeing the smoke and dust rolling in front of him, the man's face changed drastically and said, "Check out the things quickly and stay away from here to avoid disaster."

As they said that, they quickly ran away.

At this time, the crowd that was originally watching the fun all dispersed like a tide. The originally crowded encirclement suddenly became very spacious.

This sudden change made the merchant who came here to watch the fun a little confused.

When he turned his head and looked, he was shocked. He saw that behind him, there were more than a dozen big men riding horses rushing towards him, waving their sabers one by one, with fierce and terrifying momentum.

"Who dares to fight with our Vikings? I think he is tired of living!" The leader of this group of cavalry was a man with a black face. He was very tall and rode on a horse, just like a hill, with a very amazing momentum. He was shirtless, with a strong upper body, strong muscles, and a lion-like pattern on it, looking very fierce.

Behind him, there were about a dozen big men, each riding a horse, holding weapons, and semi-military outfits with patterns like public security patrols written on it.

Judging from their outfits and momentum, these people should be elites of the Vikings.

As if I hadn't seen the unlucky merchant, the Viking man's jujube horse was very fast and ran directly towards the person, without any restraint. The horse was very fast and the impact was very fierce. Not to mention a person without protection, even a guy in armor would lose his life if he was hit by this horse.

If this guy is hit, it will definitely turn into a pool of meat paste.

From this we can see that the Viking tribe leader in front of us has a cruel personality. From his performance just now, we can see that he should be a guy who regards human life as nothing.

"It's over. I wouldn't have watched the fun!" At this time, the guy who watched the fun was complaining, but he was just an ordinary person. He had been scared and his legs were weak, so he had no strength to dodge.

At this critical moment, Zhao Feng kicked the unlucky person and kicked the unlucky person to watch the fun, directly allowing him to escape this catastrophe.

Zhao Feng stayed in this man's position, ready to face the impact of this horse.

"It's over, I'm going to be trampled into a meat paste." This situation made the people next to me shake their heads constantly, thinking that a handsome young man was about to die under the horse's hooves. It was really pitiful.

Seeing Zhao Feng standing on his way forward, the Viking clan leader not only did not slow down, but instead raised his whip and hit the horse on the back, making the horse's speed faster.

The horse's appearance of running at high speed and Zhao Feng's still motionless appearance formed a strange scene.

Soon, the two figures came into contact. It was different from the expected scene. The red horse not only did not step on Zhao Feng into meat paste, but stopped in front of him. At this time, his hand was on the horse's forehead.

He didn't know how to move his hand, so he pressed it gently, and the Viking patriarch's horse stopped in place and could no longer move.

Under this huge impact, Zhao Feng was unscathed and had nothing to do, and he still looked calm and gentle.

"Oh!"

On the contrary, the Viking tribe leader was not so uncomfortable. The huge reaction force just now almost caused the man to fall off his horse. He grabbed the reins tightly and finally maintained his balance. However, under this sudden change, his black face had long turned red. The four hooves of the red horse under him had already left deep traces on the ground.

"Boy, you're looking for death!"

The Viking patriarch, who was angry, cursed and raised the horse whip in his hand and rushed towards Zhao Feng who was blocking the intersection.

Just as his whip was about to fall on Zhao Feng, Zhao Feng grabbed his whip with a light grip.

No matter how the leader of the Viking tribe moved, he could not take back the whip. At this time, the whip seemed to have taken root, holding it very firmly in the hand of the young man in front of him.

"Come down here!"

Zhao Feng would not be polite to the Viking patriarch. He tried hard to pull the bad guy, and the unlucky man rolled down from the horse's back like a gourd, and fell to dust.

"good!"

The scene in front of you made the people watching the fun cheer in their hearts. They have been exploited and bullied by these security patrol guys.

The Viking tribe leader in front of him has been acting like a mighty man on their heads. Now someone has made him lose face, which makes the people watching the fun excited.

The huge impact force made the Viking leader fall to the ground and his butt hurt. However, he had practiced some kung fu. This sudden change only made him look embarrassed.

In fact, he was not injured at all.

"Boy, you don't want to live anymore. Even our Vikings dare to provoke him." The big man stood up from the ground with a carp and scolded Zhao Feng, "Who are you?"

Zhao Feng said expressionlessly: "Who am I? It's not your turn to ask."

At this time, several Viking men who had just run away ran over and said to the patriarch: "It was them who killed more than 100 of us brothers. The patriarch, you must avenge us!"

At this time, these usually majestic guys looked like a group of stray dogs, very embarrassed.

"What?" At this time, the Viking patriarch saw the corpses everywhere in front of him, and their brothers were all over the ground, and he was shocked.

And the elite Vikings behind him did not expect that Zhao Feng and the others would be so cruel that they would take more than half of their lives in an instant.

"They did all of these?"

The Viking patriarch looked at Zhao Feng and the twenty people behind him who did not speak, and asked in a trembling voice: "Just these people?"

In his opinion, there were not many people like Zhao Feng who looked up to him, including men and women, and half-aged children like Alfra, who had no combat power at all.

However, it was these people who brought devastating blows to their Vikings.

The miserable situation in front of him made these Viking guys very angry. The leader's eyes turned red in an instant and said to the people behind him: "Go and notify Lord Bollard, tell someone here to rebel and kill the security patrol members who are maintaining order. By the way, I also need to inform Count Hawk in the city and his men."

"Okay, patriarch." Hearing his orders, a cavalry immediately rode his horse toward the soldiers' garrison in the distance.

At this moment, seeing that the man ran away, the expression on the Viking patriarch's face relaxed a little. In his opinion, no matter how powerful these twenty or so people were, they could not defeat the garrison of thousands.

The subordinates of Count Hawke and the troops of the Imperial Cavalry Regiment are all regular troops. Their combat effectiveness cannot be underestimated. No matter how good these people are, they cannot resist the attack of powerful crossbows.

"Boy, surrender to me quickly. Otherwise, when the garrison comes, you will die without a complete body." At this time, the Viking leader smiled and said, "Tell you that the end of the Vikings provoked us is very miserable. At that time, I will let you know that there are many ways to die."

At this time, he had already thought about what would happen to these people if the army came.

Zhao Feng looked at the guy in front of him with an arrogant look and couldn't help but sneer: "You'd better consider how you die first!" As he said that, he suddenly stepped forward and kicked the Viking patriarch directly to the ground, put his feet on his chest, and said: "How is this feeling? Is it so good?"

The battle level of this Viking clan leader is at least as good as a silver warrior, but under Zhao Feng's hands, it is so vulnerable.

Zhao Feng's power is beyond the expectations of these Viking warriors riding on horseback.

However, they were not timid people. Seeing that the patriarch was restrained, they rushed over on horseback, hoping to rely on more people to save people.

However, Bernice and Hubla are not vegetarians either.
Chapter completed!